The Cheshire Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought: still it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt it ought to be treated with respect.
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl Brimming over with quivering curds!
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, And took them quite away!
A minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!
The vast unfathomable sea Is but a Notion-unto me.
But, I nearly forgot, you must close your eyes otherwise you won’t see anything.
I cannot even pretend to feel as much interest in boys as in girls.
The further off from England the nearer is to France- Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
It is always allowable to ask for artichoke jelly with your boiled venison; however there are houses where this is not supplied.
Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea? Alice: Well, I haven’t had any yet, so I can’t very well take more. March Hare: Ah, you mean you can’t very well take less. Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.
Alice: I simply must get through! Doorknob: Sorry, you’re much too big. Simply impassible. Alice: You mean impossible? Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing’s impossible.
If only I could manage, without annoyance to my family, to get imprisoned for 10 years, “without hard labour,” and with the use of books and writing materials, it would be simply delightful!
Every story has a moral you just need to be clever enough to find it – the Dutchess.
If I was not assured by the best authority on earth that the world is to be destroyed by fire, I should conclude that the day of destruction is at hand, but brought on by means of an agent very opposite to that of heat.
There are certain things – as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three – That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the Sea.
Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?
A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing – A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of your rowing – Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say ’forget.
Little Alice fell d o w n the hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul.
My beloved friend – one of the most unique and charming personalities of our time.
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson’s life in space-time colored his liberated life of the imagination.